Breathe Again
12-16-2014, 01:00 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-16-2014, 01:11 PM by Kyarst.)
Out of breath, I am left hoping someday I'll breathe again... The blue Armada boy turned man paced a thin line in a land he had once called home, once thought might even be his. He had considered himself a prince, however foolhardy that dream might have been - it was one he had held onto with everything he'd had. Then, all at once it seemed like someone began pulling the strings out of the rope holding his dreams, cut them one by one. His father grew ill, his mother lost her mind, his brother disappeared, Athena took control, Drashiel ran off with Roman, and the rope had snapped. He hadn't wanted that, hadn't anticipated the fall of an empire so quickly. He hadn't known how much his father had driven the entirety of their family until his driving force was not there. In his youth he had grown frustrated with the lack of attention he received from his father, now he knew that was a foolish way to think. His father had done everything for him, had given everything for him. His mother had too, though in a different way. He breathed a sigh through crippled lungs, pausing to rest his haunches in the middle of the line he'd nearly worn right through the marble. The moonlight cast an eerie glow over the area, similar to the one he'd first witnessed with Lysis upon his first trip here. They had been but children then. He had loved the wash then, now it only made his heart ache for his family long lost. He lifted his steely chin, allowing a mournful cry to escape sorrowed lips - remembering those he now thought to be lost. Jigsaw, Sendoa, Isardis, all of his family. It was a rarity for him to feel these particular emotions so strongly, but it seemed his family was a worthy enough cause to draw out sorrow in the Armada lad. His mind fluttered to Pandora, and then Lysis.. and he knew all hope was not lost just yet. “speak,” |
Kyarst is 2 years old, 142 lbs, and 36" tall. This is your warning. He is prone to acts of violence including but not limited to: maims, claims, dominance challenges, etc. He is also prone to foul language. Also, Lysis is allowed to pop into his threads whenever she pleases, as the two are almost always close to one another.